When your Ukranian roommate takes a two hour shit in the shared bathroom using no less than half a roll of toilet paper - complete with grunting noises - then closes the door when he exits because he is afraid of the smell. However, contrary to his efforts to decrease the smell of ambient shit, the bathroom becomes an olfactory cesspool.

I couldn't even shower this morning due to Roman's Ukranian Sauna. Oh yeah, and we need more toilet paper.